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It was currently two minutes past 11AM. Midoriya said he would practice fighting at 10:30AM with Bakugo.
Midoriya was never late. Hell, he was more likely to be early to practices. But Midoriya was never late. Bakugo sat in the common room of the school dorms, bouncing his leg.
Was he sick or something? He would have texted him. He hasn't even left his room yet. Did that idiot get kidnapped? Maybe. How did his kidnappers manage to break in so silently? How did they even mange to kidnap Deku of all people?
"You good, dude?" Denki was standing next to him. He hadn't even noticed Denki walking into the room.
"Fucking Deku is late." Bakugo started biting the nails on his thumb. He could feel the anger making his shoulders tense. "Hes never late."
Denki hummed. "Ehh, I'm sure everything is fine." He waved his hand, then sat in front of Bakugo, who was not convinced. "I mean, give the guy a break! he's always running around doing things like all the time. I heard him up pretty late last night, I think he was watching youtube or something, I dunno." Denki shrugged, then pulled his phone out.
"I'm gonna drag that bastard out of his room. I swear to fucking god if he chose to ditch our plans over a shitty All Might video that I know for a fact he's already seen." Bakugo was marching over to the elevator now, his feet thumping loudly against the wooden floors. Denki looked up from his phone and watched, grinning.
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Bakugo banged on Midoriya's door. "Deku!" He growled. "You're late, dammit!" No reply.
Bakugo banged on the door again. "Get your ass out here, nerd!" Silence.
Cursing under his breath, Bakugo threw the door open and marched in. He stopped when his eyes fell on a head of green hair poking out from All might themed blankets, laying still. He was laying on his side, his back facing Bakugo. The only light in the room was the light that spilled in from the open doorway. Bakugo's eye twitched.
"Deku!" Bakugo started "Get the fuck up, its 11am on a Saturday!" Midoriya did not move. "Seriously, when the hell did you even go to bed last night!? You damned nerd!"
When Midoriya did not wake up for the third time now, Bakugo scoffed, then turned on the lamp that sat on Midoriya's night stand, and he ripped the covers off of him. "Dumbass! Stop oversleeping! We were supposed to train today!"
Midoriya grumbled at the sudden cold air that hit him. He turned back over to face Bakugo, his eyelids halfway open. "Katsuki." Midoriya said soberly, his voice low.
Bakugo bristled, goosebumps forming on his arms. It's been over a decade since he heard Izuku call him that name. He was in deep shit, and he realized this far too late. His hands turned to white-knuckled fists as he braced himself. Bakugo hasn't just poked the bear, he's slapped it.
"Get. The fuck. Out of my room." Midoriya stared blankly at him for a moment more, unimpressed. Then, rolling his eyes shut, he pulled his covers back over on his shoulders and turned on his side, his back facing Katsuki.
For a moment, Bakugo thought himself to be made of stone. His heart beat pounded in his ears. Was he sweating? With his mouth pressed downwards into a fine line, he very carefully leaned over to Izuku's nightstand and turned his lamp back off.
Clearing his throat, his eyes flickered from Izuku to the floor. "Sorry Deku-"
"Just get the fuck out, Katsuki."
Right, then.
Katsuki turned on one heel, and swifly left Izuku's room, making a pointed effort to not stomp his feet, and to not slam His door.
On the other side of the door, Bakugo let out a breath he didn't remember ever holding. He ran a shaky hand through his blonde hair. He has literally been kidnapped by the League of Villains, and been in countless life-threatening situations before, and yet this is the first time he truly ever felt such an intense feeling of dread and terror.
In the past, whenever Katsuki had angered him, Midoriya would be eerily silent, and just stare daggers at him. Over time though, he learned to simply ignore Bakugo's attempts to anger him. He hardly got angry. Apparently, there was still one thing that made Izuku angry. Bakugo was wise enough to know this would not be something he could survive again.
"What the fuck..." Bakugo whispered, careful to not let Izuku hear him from outside. He decided that today, he'll be training by himself, actually. Even when Midoriya finally gets up, he doesn't think he can face him without fearing for his life.
Silently, Bakugo considered actually making Midoriya breakfast- as a peace offering, of sorts. He shook that thought away as he headed down the hallway towards the Elevator, his footsteps quieter than when he had marched down moments before.
"Hey man!" Denki waved over at Bakugo from the couch, but his smile dropped at the sight of him, and he sat up straight. "Dude...is everything okay? What the heck even happened up there?" A few of the other students had turned their heads to look at Bakugo.
Bakugo's expression had not changed. He was visibly pale, crimson colored eyes wide, and his mouth had stayed pressed shut. He surveyed the rest of his classmates in the commmon room, then his eyes fell back on Denki. Bakugo stood up straight.
"If you extras know whats best for you," he swallowed, "do not ever fucking wake Midoriya up." He walked over to the other side of the couch Denki was and sat down, his elbows rested on his knees and his head facing the floor. Denki burst out laughing, slapping his knee and doubling over.
"Yeah! I found that out for myself last month." He wasn't even attempting to conseal his laughter. "I probably should have warned you, but your face right now is priceless!" You could almost see the lightbulb flash over his head as he whipped his phone out and took a photo of Bakugo.
Bakugo breathed out a sigh, dragging a hand down his face. He kept replaying the situation over in his mind. what would have happened if he had persisted? A shiver ran down his spine. He fully believes that Midoriya would have actually murdered him.